Silver Moraine move it on over

it seemed this wolf was hungry, something corinna couldn't entirely relate to. her problems lined up well with his, where they were both alone in the dead of winter. without the support of a pack, it was harder to feed yourself. however, corinna thought herself quite resourceful, and was getting very good at the art of scavenging. she'd managed to find some leftovers or charm her way into a meal more than enough times to keep herself full. and, well, she of course did plenty of hunting.

she looked around, emphasizing a point. "not with me," she said-- obviously, "what, you wanna hunt?"